:12:02
in the summer ground.
:12:04
He fled the town...
:12:06
left the chaos and disorder
back there--u
:12:08
Hey, everybody.
Here's the nuptial couple.
:12:12
What am l gonna do
about all these papers?
:12:15
- Get a drink.
- Jim.
:12:18
You really need somebody
to organize all this stuff.
:12:21
Your handwriting
is just like a little kid.
:12:25
Look at this. l wonder if William Blake
was ever this disorganized.
:12:33
- You're trying too hard.
- l'm gonna be your editor now.
:12:36
l'm gonna organize all this stuff
and take out all the "fuck" words.
:12:41
- Honey, you're trying too hard.
- No, l'm not.
:12:45
There's some great poetry here,
some wonderful ideas.
:12:49
Come on in!
:12:52
- Hey, Jimbo!
- Hey, man.
:12:54
Hi, baby.
How's it goin'?
:12:57
- Yo, Ray.
- Hey, Dog, how you doin'?
:13:00
- Get some drinks over there.
- What am l supposed to do?
:13:06
Who am l supposed to be
around all these people?
:13:09
Darling Pamela.
:13:12
l brought you something.
:13:15
You're my girl, that's who.
:13:19
l'm not your girl.
:13:22
l know you fuck everything
that touches you.
:13:26
- Don't give me that shit.
- Come on.
:13:29
l love my girl!
Listen, everybody!
:13:32
Pam and l--
:13:35
She's lookin' good.
:13:36
And to celebrate--
:13:39
- Hey, Patricia.
- Hi, Jim.
:13:44
Pam, have you met--
:13:46
Do you know--
:13:47
She wrote this great review
of my poetry book.
:13:52
- Let's go eat that turkey.
- Pam, let's set those plates.
:13:55
Are you Patricia Kennealy?
:13:58
You must be Pamela.